*This chapter includes BDSM themes such as bondage, impact play, use of toys, edging, praise, degradation, and slight use of a knife
My eyes roam over Wren's helpless body. She's vulnerable, completely at our disposal, fully under our control. She's never looked better. We had been finishing up with the Bruno situation when Enzo received a text from Diego informing us about Wren dancing with some prick. Needless to say, Dante and Gio finished dealing with Bruno and the three of us stormed into the nightclub ready to kill. Wren had been pressed up against a man's body, his hands practically under her dress and his mouth attached to her neck. Luca warned her. We told her she belonged to us. She knew she was playing with fucking fire the moment she let that man put his hands on her. Diego took care of the idiot; there's no way he's still breathing.
"I didn't flirt with him! I was just dancing!" Wren whines. Does she even realize how fucking bratty she sounds right now?
"Oh please, if you had been naked, he would have practically been inside you," I sneer.
"You guys can fuck off. All three of you."
I stalk towards her, and the defiance fades from her eyes as I get closer, "your safeword is red. You say that word and everything stops. Understand?"
"Yes," she says breathlessly.
Without hesitating, I flip my knife open and use it to cut the dress off her body. She's not even wearing a fucking bra. Her nipples harden at the contact with the cold air, standing at attention as if begging to be touched. The lace of her black thong decorates her body for a second before I cut it off as well, leaving her fully bare and on display for us. Her arousal is obvious from the wetness on her smooth cunt, and damn if it isn't enticing as hell.
"You guys are overreacting," she complains.
"Open that mouth one more time, and you'll find yourself gagged," I threaten.
Luca releases his hold on her hair and steps back, heading toward the closet on the right side of the room. The second closet; not the large walk-in closet meant for clothes, the walk-in closet with other items inside. A smirk finds its way to my face as I see him disappear through the door and hear the sound of drawers opening. Enzo takes Luca's place behind Wren, and traces his finger down the side of her body. His touch is light, teasing, and the small whimper from her mouth is enough to tell me just how affected she is by the touch. Goosebumps decorate her skin from the teasing touch and the cold air.
"Okay, I'm sorry," she whines.
"What did I say about keeping your mouth closed, princess?" She tenses up from my taunting question. "Luca, while you're back there, grab a blindfold and a gag." Wren's eyes widen as fear runs through them.
"Wait! I'm sorry!"
"Aww, you're sorry? Oh, sweetheart, you will be. You have no idea." She pouts, her eyebrows furrowing with the movement of her lips. Her soft, red lips. She looks so vulnerable. It's maddening. "You can pout all you want, it won't save you. We warned you what would happen if you kept being a brat. We warned you what would happen if you let another man touch you. And you obviously didn't take those warnings seriously. Maybe this will teach you to listen."
"This is stupid! I didn't even really do anything! It's not like I told that guy to touch me. I was just dancing!"
"What happened to apologizing? You're back to whining like a fucking brat. It's pathetic, really."
"I hate you!"
"We both know that's not true." A gasp escapes Wren's lips when Enzo's finger trace the insides of her thighs, close enough to her cunt that if he moved just an inch, he would be hovering over her clit.
"So responsive," Enzo murmurs. "How cute."
Luca returns from the closet, holding multiple things in his hands. He lays them down on the bed and wraps the blindfold around Wren's eyes before securing another strip of cloth around her mouth as a gag.
"Your lips are so pretty wrapped around that gag, princess. And it's so sweet knowing you won't be able to run that fucking mouth anymore. Maybe you'll even learn to cut the attitude," I tease. A muffled whimper echoes through the room as Wren tries to thrash against the restraints. "Snap once if you need to use your safe word, love, and everything stops."
Luca rolls her left nipple between his fingers, earning another muffled whimper from our girl, and then latches onto her right nipple with his mouth. Wren's back arches, pushing toward Luca as much as she can. He releases her, both from his mouth and his fingers, and steps back. Enzo does the same, depriving her of all contact. She writhes a little, before accepting her fate and staying still. Enzo positions himself, holding his hand out and swatting her on the ass, earning a cute little noise from behind the gag. He spanks her again, a few more times on each cheek; no doubt leaving handprints across her skin.
I point to the small bullet vibrator laying on the bed, and Luca hands it to me silently. The only sound in the room is the quiet buzzing of the toy when I turn it on. Wren's breathing quickens, giving away her fear, and it fuels me even more. Keeping it on the lowest setting, I drag the toy across her pebbled nipples, and then down her body. I turn the setting up one level before tracing her lower lips with the toy, and her hips thrust to meet the vibrations. She wiggles her hips, desperately trying to get the vibe to touch where she really wants it.
"Stay still." A whine escapes through the gag in response to my command, and Enzo swats her ass once to punish her for it. "You take what we give you, when we give it to you, and how we give it to you." Finally, I bring the toy to her clit, pushing it against the sensitive nub. When I don't move, she tries to grind against it.
"Look at that. Our girl is so desperate that she's grinding against a toy like a pathetic little whore," Luca says mockingly. Wren releases another pretty whimper—that might be my new favorite sound. I turn the vibrator up one more level and wrap my arm around her waist to keep her trapped, pushing the toy against her clit. She begins to shake and tenses, obviously climbing towards her climax.
"If you want to come, you have to ask permission. We own you. That means we own your body—and your orgasms," Enzo says lowly in her ear, letting his lips graze her earlobe. A muffled noise fights against the fabric of the gag, making me laugh. Right before she reaches her climax, I pull the vibrator away from her clit.
"You didn't ask. Obviously you didn't want it badly enough," I smirk.
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